Don’t talk to me like I’m a kid. I’m older than YOU.

I like how Jason Waltrip draws Walky’s pants. Usually in my mind, they’re just, kind, like, a little too long for him, so they bunch up at the bottom of his legs, but Jason interpreted them as, like, actually cuffed up on themselves, and I’ve decided I really like it. Walky is trying to wear Big People Adult Pants, and despite everything he doesn’t fit.

Joyce and Walky are headed for rough waters. I could see that without any inside knowledge of their future, because it’s true of any couple where one person’s keeping toxic secrets from the other. But rough waters can sometimes be avoided if you steer. And I had to show them as clearly in a better place than Rikk and Alisin, so they do a couple of things right here: after Walky’s angry evasions cross the line, Joyce calls him out hard, and he instantly admits she’s right to do so.

And then, of course, he almost confes– HEY LOOK IT’S THE CHEESE, DON’T WORRY GUYS I’M SURE YOU CAN HAVE A HEALTHY SOUL-BARING SIN-CLEANSING FORGIVENESS-FEST OF A CONVO JUST AS SOON AS WE DEAL WITH THE THING

Slightly-too-long jeans are a pain. The back of each cuff ends up threadbare from dragging on the ground, and they annoyingly end up under your heel most every step. The trick Walky hasn’t figured out yet is to roll the extra up on the inside, which looks a lot less obvious.

“And then, of course, he almost confes– HEY LOOK IT’S THE CHEESE, DON’T WORRY GUYS I’M SURE YOU CAN HAVE A HEALTHY SOUL-BARING SIN-CLEANSING FORGIVENESS-FEST OF A CONVO JUST AS SOON AS WE DEAL WITH THE THING”

Or the thing after the thing maybe, since they pile up like dead bodies to be buried…